It was a warmer than usual day in March, 1976 I just turned eighteen in Brooklyn, NY. It was a good times then. Living on the major avenue, there was always something going on. I lived in a 1920s two story attached building. There was retail stores on the first floor and apartments on the second. Everyone there was close neighbors. I had no idea how close I would be to a lady named Pam. Pam was a single parent which was unusual back then. Thirty eight, she was well built but a little thick. She was always conscious of her weight, being about two hundred sixty pounds, five foot, eleven blond hair to me she was a hot lady. Her personality was strict but also loving. .

She always wore a typical house dress that really showed off her long blond hair. She had a nice personality and made friends easy. She had her circle of friends, Leona, Barbara and Cathy. Sometimes it appeared that they were at her apartment more than me. They all had that AUTHORITARIAN personality. I used to talk with Pam about almost anything. I was almost an adopted son. She would always say to her sons and sometimes she would forget that she was talking to me "Don't make me put you over my knee" then she would catch herself and say sorry didn't mean to say that. I would get red faced and I think she noticed that.

See, growing up in the late nineteen hundred sixties, spanking was an accepted form of discipline and I was one of it's victims going over my aunt's knee regularly and well deserved too. I realized that this was a turn on before I could understand it. As I said before I witnessed Pam spank her sons and there was a way she had that made me wonder how it would be to be over her knee.

For some reason, I had not seen Pam for a couple of days and since it was my birthday, she was upset with me and let me know it. I was coming home from high school crossing the avenue when Pan was at her window. She spotted me and yelled out with a sense of sternness, Jimmy, come up here NOW!!!!. She said it in a teasingly but urgent way. I will admit, it started my mind going. I complied and went to her door. As I approached it, the buzzer was went off. I opened the outside door, then the inside door. The usual smell of stale coffee filled the air as I climbed the stairs to her apartment. Her apartment was similar to the one I lived in but opposite. I arrived at the top of the stairs and went to knock on the door when it opened and I heard Pam yell out come to the kitchen. I entered and started down the long hallway when Pam came behind me from behind the .door I was startled. She was acting the way when she was going to spank her son. As I got to the end of the hall I turned right and walked past the open door to the bathroom. I glanced in and hanging in the shower was an amber open top fountain syringe with it's coiled tubing and the steel pinch clamp with a black rectal nozzle. See, I also love enemas. Got them as a kid and was deeply turned on by them, just the sight of the bag got me started. As I walked into the kitchen, her friends were sitting there and had the look on their face that something was up. There were four kitchen chairs there, three were occupied and the last one was in the middle of the room. Next to the chair was the paddle Pam used on her sons.

I froze in place as soon as I saw it. Pam was behind me and firmly by the ear and "escorted" me to the empty chair. Pam sat down with me standing in front of her. I was looking down at her lovely eyes then scanned the room at the other ladies. I was on one hand scared and the other VERY excited. Pam barked out "Look at the birthday boy" I have known him since he was about six, now he is eighteen going into adulthood and he doesn't even come by to get his present. The ladies started to snicker. Then Pam said "What should we do about his naughtiness?" Then Leona yelled........Give him a birthday spanking he will remember!!!!!! With that, I turned every shade of red in the spectrum. At this point, Pam locked me between her ample legs and reached up at my belt and pulled it open. I heard the tingle of the buckle as the belt was opened. Then she pulled on the snap of my dungarees and with one pull, they landed at my knees. Then the ladies commented about my white briefs I had on. Then Pam slid her thumbs between my skin and the elastic band and pulled them down to meet my pants. I was standing there like a little kid all bare awaiting my fate. All eyes were glued on me. You could hear a pin drop.

Then Pam lifted her house dress so I would not wrinkle it under my weight. Then I was "guided" across her ample lap feeling her warm legs against my hard cock as I laid there. Pam secured and adjusted me with her left arm. Here I lay bare bottom across her knees, looking at the linoleum floor feeling the cool breeze on my warm buttocks. Then Pam said "Look who I have here across my knees.................... the naughty birthday boy. All bare. Now, I know your little secret. You like to get spanked. I saw the look on your face when I spanked my boys. You always turned red. I thought we had an understanding and that you could tell me anything and you never shared this with me. Your secret is safe with us. See, my friends also love to give spankings and they are ALL going to spank you for your birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. NOW I also know something else that I am going to share with my friends. I said with a very dry throat, what was that? I have a feeling that you also like my amber enema bag. You ALWAYS look at it every time I have it out. See, I LOVE administering enemas to special people. See, I have talked to your aunt and she told me she used to give you enemas all the time. That was true, My aunt used the enema as a cure all for everything including punishments.

As I laid there bare in front of all these ladies I was so embarrassed And red in the face. The ladies were enjoying the show as I tried to wiggle out of the lock hold Pam had on me. So, Pam asked "the jury" of ladies how many spanks should I get for my birthday? All three of the ladies said Double His Age..... Then Pam said That is a fair amount but I am giving him TRIPLE his age for not coming to see me earlier. Then I saw her arm reach down and retrieve the paddle next to the chair. She raised her ample arm holding the implement of punishment high in the air and brought down the paddle hard. The sound echoed off the walls filling the room with the sound of wood making contact with bare flesh. Not to mention me jumping on her lap. Then she rained down the spanks like a machine gun!!!. After about twenty spanks she commented how red I become. The tears were building up as I tried to hide the stinging pain on my buttocks. Then Pam with the rhythm of a clock delivered the remainder of spanks on my bare butt. Her breathing also increased and was deep. I lost count but I think the spanks were in excess of the triple that she was to administer. I just laid there tears streaming down my cheeks but it felt soooo good. Then Pam let up on her grip and told me to go to Leona next. I got off her lap trying to cover my hard cock and Leona blurted out" LOOK HE IS LEAKING"!!! I quickly went over her dress covered lap and she wasted no time spanking me but with her hand. Her hand stung just as bad as the paddle. I was spanked by all four ladies.

To be continued